Xiao Taotie thought it was Lord Xiao Xiao who was reluctant to give it this treasure.
It doesn't mean that this treasure is with Lord Xiao Xiao.
No matter where that pen is, Lord Xiao Xiao is unwilling to give it...
It didn't work if it found that pen.
...
Although I don’t want to admit it, Xiao Taotie still has to admit this fact.
cut.
Xiao Taotie glanced at the corner of her mouth.
...
"Because it is just a creation in human fantasy."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
...
ah?
Xiao Taotie was stunned.
Creation in human fantasy?
Isn't that pen real?
...
"Um."
Xiao Xiao nodded slightly.
"At least we know it because of a mythological story called the magic pen Ma Liang."
...
Mythical story...
A trace of confusion flashed across Xiao Taotie's face.
What is that?
but……
A story...
Xiao Taotie grinned.
Don't many humans think...
Are monsters in the story?
...
“That’s true.”
Xiao Xiao smiled.
All are stories...
Since the monster is real...
Who can guarantee the story of Ma Liang, the magic pen...
Just fiction?
...
Xiao Taotie rarely emerged from the gods.
A long memory emerged in its mind...
It's really a long memory...
The yellowed paper gradually emerged with color...
That time...
It seems to be the first time it knows that it is an existence in the human story...
...
Xiao Taotie stuffed a big white flour bun into his mouth.
After chewing it for a few times, Xiao Taotie swallowed the white flour bun that was bigger than his body into his stomach.
Xiao Taotie stuffed a white bun into his mouth again.
...
"ah!"
The woman's scream rang out.
"Which one who killed Qiandao steals our steamed buns?!"
"asshole!"
The woman grabbed the broom next to her and rushed out of the kitchen.
...
It's a pity.
Like the previous few times, she returned in vain.
...
"What's wrong?"
The woodcutter approaches the woman.
"Why are you so loud?"
"My brother is studying."
"Don't affect him."
...
The woman's face stagnated.
She squeezed the broom in her hand and waved it hard.
The lowered voice was full of anger, "That damn thief is here again!"
"He has been stealing our steamed buns for three consecutive days!"
"I didn't even see his shadow."
"I clearly set a trap..."
The woman was both confused and angry.
...
"here we go again?"
The woodcutter was stunned.
His brows frowned deeply.
The first time someone stole their steamed buns, the wife told him.
He was a little surprised.
Because of his woodcutter's identity, their house was outside the village, near the mountains.
It is convenient for him to go up the mountain to chop wood.
It is quite a bit far from other families, and it is inconvenient to get in and out.
They are just ordinary woodcutters, and their family background is just enough.
So few people come here.
Not to mention thieves who target money.
He has lived here for so many years...
It's really the first time I've encountered a thief.
...
Which thief is so incompetent...
Will people like them come to steal a few steamed buns to eat?
...
The lady checked it carefully.
There are only a few steamed buns missing at home.
No other losses.
...
The woodcutter carefully checked the kitchen and the surroundings of the house, and found no traces of thieves.
Since that's the case, I can only give up.
And he inferred that the thief should have just passed by here and was hungry, so he took a few steamed buns from his home to eat.
At this time, the thief had long known how far away it was.
...
The woodcutter relaxed his wife.
...
Unexpectedly, the woodcutter was slapped in the face the next day.
The steamed buns in the kitchen were stolen again.
...
There is still no clue around.
The thief seemed to appear out of thin air.
...
The woodcutter went to the village specially.
When I came back, I was following a dog.
...
Dogs can guard the house.
If the thief dares to come again, he will let the dog bite the person, so that the thief will regret not coming to their house to steal steamed buns.
Again and again, again and again...
Is it to see if their family is easy to bully?
...
This time, the woodcutter also stayed.
Didn't go up the mountain to chop wood.
...
He and his wife hid in the room beside the kitchen.
Secretly open the door a crack.
Observe the situation in the kitchen.
...
"Why."
The sun sets west.
The sunset covered the sky.
The woman knocked on her back and twisted her waist.
"Are you not here today?"
"I saw that there was a dog in our house so I didn't dare to come, right?"
...
“It’s possible.”
The woodcutter opened the door.
Walk towards the kitchen.
...
The woodcutter was stunned.
...
"What's wrong?"
The woman who found something was wrong with the woodcutter walked forward.
Then……
The woman opened her mouth wide.
After a while, she made a sound, "...mant, steamed bun..."
"It's gone!?"
...
Why?
The woodcutter and the woman were puzzled.
They really kept staring at the kitchen.
I dare not slackew for a moment.
The newly bought dog is also at the kitchen door.
...
They found no figure.
The dog didn't scream either.
It should be...
No one entered the kitchen...
how……
...
“Who is it?”
The woman was crazy and confused.
Have they encountered a powerful flying thief?
But such a powerful thief...
Every time I come to their house to steal a few steamed buns?
...
Is this arguable?
Aren’t the flying thieves all robbed the rich and helped the poor?
Aren’t their targets all merchants and gentry?
How can I see such a down-and-out household as they are?
...
"...Why are you useless?"
The woman squatted down beside the dog and rubbed the dog's head hard.
She stared at the dog.
...
"Wang~"
The dog tilted his head.
Rub the woman.
...
“…I won’t make steamed buns anymore.”
The woman said a little angry.
None of the steamed buns she made in the past few days went into their own stomachs.
She felt very painful.
...
"Don't."
The woodcutter shook his head.
"My brother likes to eat steamed buns."
Their family also cannot provide much good food for younger brothers who are studying.
Fortunately, my brother likes to eat steamed buns made by his sister-in-law.
I feel more motivated to study if I eat satisfactorily.
...
The woman reacted.
"Too."
All she said just now were angry words.
Steamed buns are her specialty.
Both brothers like to eat it too.
Every time the woodcutter went up the mountain to chop firewood, she made steamed buns.
My younger brother also has steamed buns.
...
"I'll do it again."
The woman sighed.
"Tell me about it with my brother."
"Don't let him misunderstand that I won't make steamed buns for him."
They didn't tell their brother about the accident these days.
My younger brother needs to spend all his thoughts on reading now.
There is no need to know about this.
I can't help even if I know.
It also distracted my younger brother from studying.
But for several days, it's not easy to hide.
Chapter completed!